Dark Layers Volume 2: Dark Layers (32 page)

I turn to look once more; I squint my eyes to try and stabilize my vision. I see a demon suddenly appear right in front of me – somehow I know he’s a demon because of the vibe I’m getting from him. He is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen; he has pure white wings that spread to at least six foot wide; his hair is so long past his shoulders, and golden - his image completely captivates me. He’s standing in an almost perfect circle flower bed. All the flowers he’s standing on are dead though, they are crispy and brown.

“I am Lucifer.” He says.

He smiles and narrows his eyes at me, he seems as though he's trying to get a good look at me.

“Get away from me!” I instantly warn. The sheer sound of his name puts my system into panic mode.

“But you are mine," he waves his hand around my physique, "you gave yourself to me, Anile.”

“No! I would never give myself to you!”

“Oh but you did, you gave me your innocence, and I took it willingly.”

I try to swallow but my mouth is too dry. My breathing has almost grinded to a halt - shit!

“I gave my innocence to Elijah, not you!”

He smiles, revealing a beautiful set of white teeth that are surrounded by a perfect pout.

“Leave me alone!” I scream. I try to run from him but every time I turn he appears in front of me.

“Please leave me alone, why are you doing this?” I cry. I cover my face and fall to the ground in defeat, hoping that if I close my eyes long enough he will eventually disappear.

“I want your soul Anile; I will not stop until I get it." He smiles again while licking his teeth, "I am Elijah, I am inside him and I am almost inside you.”

“Ahhh!” I scream.

“Princess, wake up.”
Elijah calls out.

“No.” I say sleepily.

I try to roll over to keep myself from the morning light - the sun almost penetrates my eyelids, it's too bright.

“Are you okay? You were having a nightmare, Anile?” He whispers.

I gently turn – still half asleep - to see his worrying eyes scanning me, they bounce all over my face, from my eyes to my mouth.

“Was I?” I mutter.

“Yes. You were screaming and shaking.” He whispers.

I cannot help but smile at his sweetness. "I'm okay."

He effortlessly slides me across his bed towards him, pulling me into his strong arms. He wraps himself around me and rubs my naked arms to try and comfort me. His touch is heavenly and desired - desired more than before I gave myself to him. I snuggle into his embrace, tucking my head between his shoulder and chin. I inhale deeply - he still smells fresh and clean like he's just out of the shower; a spicy aroma mixed with soapy sweat,
hmmm.

Thankfully, I don't remember my dream, although it must have been a nightmare if I was screaming.

"Are you sure you are okay?" He breathes into my ear.

“Honestly, I’m fine. - It’s cold isn’t it?” I say.

He instantly gets to his feet, sliding his warm arms away from me. My face falls because I’m already hit with loneliness – jeez, he’s only one foot away from me, what the hell is this?

“Where are you going?” I ask angelic.

He towers over me and unexpectedly picks me up with one strong arm, sliding it around my waist. His muscles feel hard and masculine against my tender skin. He smiles fondly with affectionate crinkled eyes – his blue eyes are intoxicating, especially first thing in the morning.

“What are you doing, Elijah?”

I try to look down at what he’s doing but it’s awkward. He moves the cream duvet covers back; he's putting me inside his bed because I'm cold.
Oh sweet tender Elijah, how I miss you daily!
I cannot help but smile like a giddy teenager. He lays me in his comfy warm bed and smiles when he notices my reaction. He pulls the duvet up so it's covering me all the way to my shoulders.

“Are you going to get in with me?” I ask angelic, knowing I want him again.

He smiles and raises his eyebrows.

“Just try and stop me Princess.”

Oh I wouldn't Darks, not even if my life depended on it!

He climbs in beside me, overly eager. “Stay put.” He orders.

“Yes, Sir!” I say jokingly.

I love his controlling nature when he loves me like this.

Once he's comfortable next to me, he tugs on my elbow and pulls me right next to him - I go willingly. He tucks me into his strong arm again. He's sort of leaning on his side so he can look down at me - his raven black just fucked hair is all floppy and melting around his beautiful face. He strokes my hair back out of my eyes while kissing my forehead. Oh I want to kiss his perfect pink lips so badly! I hope he will always be like this, I don’t want Bastard Elijah back, ever!
You got that right!

“What time is it?” I whisper while peering up at him.

“It is around four or five in the evening. We will have dinner soon but I want you to rest. How are you feeling, Anile?”

Holy shit, I thought it was morning! I gently slide my hand down my body and between my legs; I notice I feel really, really sore.

“Um, I’m okay.” I say but I don’t convince him.

“If you are not honest with me I will just examine you myself.” He says. His eyebrows are raised higher than usual; his face is passive - he's enjoying this! 

Holy shit! Answer him now before Dr. H. H. Holmes starts his medical procedure!

He unexpectedly grabs my hair with his hand that is tucked beneath me. He twirls my golden locks around his tight grip. He tugs a little, forcing my chin into the air and restrains me with ease. He slowly starts to edge his head down my body, gently moving the duvet off of me so he can inspect me.

His grip on my hair hurts a little but it's nothing I cannot handle - I now have experience! I grit my teeth while trying not to smile -
I'm enjoying this as much as you are Darks
! I snake my hand to the back of his head and grasp a huge handful of his raven hair. I pull hard to insure I have a grip on him. His head stills; he looks up at me with wild eyes.

"Getting vicious are we?" He whispers.

"I learnt from the best." I joke.

"Yes you did, Princess." He shakes his head while smiling to himself. He peers up at me with intense blue eyes. "Tell me how you are before I force your body open and restrain you. Once every limb you possess is tied to my four posts, I will be able to examine you with ease."

“I’m sore.” I say instantly, knowing I cannot bear the thought of him looking at my sore sex! - not in the daylight!

He smiles deviant - I know he was hoping I wouldn’t give in.

“You really are such a possessive creature, aren’t you, Elijah?”

“Only with what is mine Princess, and now I am the only man that has had you, I guess now, you are truly mine.”

I release his hair because his words cause me to think in a daze – being solely Elijah Darks’,
hmmm,
that’s erotic.

“Yeah, I guess there is some truth to that.” I say stimulated.

“Not some, all truth. You are now my girl.”

He releases my hair and slides his hand across the back of my neck. He snakes his hand around the side of my face and gently runs his fingers down my cheek. His touch is everything, hypnotic and majestic and euphoric. It sends a familiar vibe to course throughout my body - from my cheek, all the way down to my groin. I tighten my legs while I smile against his hard chest knowing I love that I’m his girl.

“I need the bathroom, Princess.” He says.

He slides away from me but I try to rest all my body weight on his arm - it's no use, he's much, much stronger than I am. Once he's out of bed he leans over me and playfully pinches my chin.

"You are so beautiful." He whispers.

He's still perfectly naked; he really does have a body that has been carved by the Olympian Gods - a perfect chiselled tummy with just enough muscle to get you going mentally.

I reach out after him as he edges away - I never want him to leave!

"I will not be a minute." He chuckles while peering back at me.

I *sigh*, knowing I'm blissfully happy. I lay flat, intoxicated and rouse – again! I delightfully recall my first sexual experience and more happiness infects my system. I am so glad losing my virginity was loving and meaningful, and I thank God for the fact that I was not treated like a piece of meat.

I sit up while trying to bring myself back to reality. I cannot actually be this happy – this is not normal, something bad will happen soon, I know it! I rub my sleepy eyes; yes, that feels good. They are itchy but it feels almost sexual massaging them with my fingers. Once I release my eyes, I notice a brown envelope lying on the floor just underneath Elijah's bedside cabinet. I gaze further and notice my name and address is written on the front in dark black marker pen.

“What the hell?”

I quickly rush to see what it is. I pick it up in anticipation but instantly wish I didn't. My entire face drops with my sudden delirium, and my tummy sinks to the deepest depths of the ocean – even Pandora would have second questioned this! I spot small specks of blood on the envelope. Where the hell did he get this when it’s addressed to me?

Rip it open, now!

I don’t give myself a chance to talk myself out of this, I rip the top open with animalistic hands. I pour the contents out onto the floor - I don’t want to put it on his bed, especially if the red specs are definitely blood. My brain crashes as I mentally register all the photos. Koalemos, what an idiot! I shake my head while peering down at the pictures. The first photo is of me when I was around fifteen, the rest are of me as I grew older, year after year. This is fucked up, why does he have these? Behind all the photos are documents containing my life’s fucking history! Dance tournaments, exam results, my driving test results; my mother’s life and my father's life to!

“Holy shit!” I mutter while reading the documents.

...

To Elijah Darks.

Dated: 08/04/2004

As you have requested Mr. Darks, here is all the information regarding Anile Gooden and her family. The photos were stolen so please keep this safe and out of harm's way.

Gathered Information on Anile Gooden
and Family Members

• Job
  
• Health
  
• Criminal Convictions
  
• Qualifications
  
• Hobbies
  

Sincerely,

Aksham

Mr. Aksham

...

Miss Anile Gooden

- Skills and/or employment

•    
  Currently in school
  

- Family

•    
  Mother - Fraya, living / Father - Deuce, living
  
•    
  No brothers or sisters
  

- Criminal convictions

•    
  None
  

- Illness's

• None - no tattoos, no blood transfusions, no previous accidents
  

- Hobbies

•    
  Dancing - award winner
  
•    
  Pianist - award winner
  
•    
  Polo
  
•    
  English literature - award winner
  
•    
  Journaling
  

Mr. Deuce Gooden
- Anile's father

- Skills and/or employment

• 85% pass rate criminal Lawyer in Kent, England, for the past 30 years
  

- Family

• Mother and Father deceased
  
• No brothers or sisters
  
• One living child - Anile Gooden
  
• Married for 18 years to Anile's mother
  

- Criminal convictions

•    
  None
  

- Illness's

• None - no tattoos, no blood transfusions, no previous accidents
  

- Hobbies

• Golf
  
• Shooting trips
  

Mrs. Fraya Gooden
- Anile's mother

- Skills and/or employment

•    
  Unemployed
  
•    
  No history of employment
  

- Family

•    
  Mother and father deceased
  
•    
  No brothers or sisters
  
•    
  One living child - Anile Gooden
  
•    
  Married for 18 years to Anile's father